There’s a fine art to watching a horror movie. Some people are able to respond to every aspect viscerally—talking the characters through tense scenes, freaking the fuck out and standing on the couch when the shit hits the fan—in a way that’s charming. It underlines the film’s quality. Other people don’t seem to get it. Maybe they want the attention for themselves, performatively reacting and undercutting the tension. Maybe they’re not cut out for horror movies, you know? Maybe it’s not a thing for them.
Anyway, point being: This is a very good dog, but he seems like a shitty movie-watching companion.
Easy buddy. Let the scene play out. It’s a jump-scare movie, anyway.